[Verse 1] From the block to the top, Buddha baggies in a sock Only thing that changed now is we ain’t runnin' out of stock Use to beg mom dukes for lunch money Honies used to run from me when pockets was dust bunnies Now what’s funny, is we done came up and conquered Even the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to Yonkers Though them gangstas grill, I tell ‘em keep that drama away Don’t fuck wit thieves, I like Jay so who sponsorin' the tape They launchin' out strays, I’m tryin' not to get sprayed Whether a spitter or a quitter behind the trigger Approachin' his prey his eyes bigger Won’t stop to consider what’s right or wrong Because it’s hard liquor that’s inside his liver
[Hook (x2)] But that’s just daily routine The streets is cooped fiends Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams Better choose the right scheme Cause you can think you cool with your nice things But get wiped cleaned for ice cream when the lights beam
[Verse 2] Traded in my Nikes for a new mic I guess it’s safe to say he sold soles for his new life Like they were tryna blind us but we know the true designer They didn't wanna see us find the diviners So now we hit the vines, up day and night On the regular, I know my momma prayin' Like she want me reach my aims in life but just stay in sight So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my esteem The Pro Era crew recruitin' in them fiends, by the boat load Nigga caught a wave and now he surfin' coastal They don't feel the name but they say that music dope though Fuck it that's how its supposed to go, these bloggers too emotional They'll be postin' you until labels start Interscopin' you By then it's wild late and I'll be chillin' where I lay Cause I rather see the top than to be livin' where I lay Imbalances in my Kundalini, they tryna put two through my beanie Wish you well, tryin' to poof a geenie